Code Pinko By Jean Pearce
FrontPageMagazine.com | Wednesday, March 26, 2003
Like any other group, Communists come in a lot of shapes, sizes and colors. This time they’re wearing pink, they’re on the nightly news, and more than anything, they want the mothers and grandmothers of America to identify with them.
If you didn’t know any better, you’d think the leaders of the women’s anti-war group Code Pink got lost on their way to the carpool line. Since October, these hot pink-clad "marching moms" have been spinning the same tale to reporters from coast to coast, the one about how concern for their families moved them to trade their oven mitts for placards and take to the streets in protest of an unjust war on Iraq.
They’ve played the part so convincingly that over the last six months, they’ve become the media darlings of war protest movement, raking in the television talk show invites and making national news when they were arrested in front of the White House. But the untold story is what they were doing before October.
Unless you travel in Marxist circles or work for the FBI or CIA, the names of the Code Pink moms may not ring a bell with you, though you’ve probably been reading news reports about their collective exploits for years. In the wake of their war against capitalism and self-determination, they’ve left a trail of anarchy and destruction that has cost property owners, corporations and consumers millions of dollars.
Naturally, they’ve toned their Marxist rhetoric down for their stint with Code Pink. Though they’ve taken great pains to differentiate themselves from the other, more radical anti-war protesters, they are one and the same. The leaders of Code Pink didn’t merely take part in the Washington and San Francisco protests that made international headlines – they also organized them. In the process, they’ve provided a rare public glimpse of the faces behind the modern, highly organized American Marxist movement. Needless to say, these women have little in common with the carpool moms of America.
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If I saw any of my neighbours getting sucked in by these Pinkos, I’d probably look for an opportunity to share information about their extensive communist ties.
I pity anyone who rings my doorbell for code pinko. I really, really do.
They better not show up on my property. I hate commies and the job hasn’t been finished yet.
I doubt they will but I can dream.
Heh. :)
I hope they come to my door.
How fun!!
Compliment them on their lovely Halloween costumes, remind them that Halloween isn’t till Oct 31, close the door.
I hope they make it out to my neck of the woods.... I will get a bucket of blood ready for them.... Heh.
They won’t like what I have to say to them.
Old leftists believe that dressing up in clown costumes is a political statement.
The big flag on my front porch should scare them away, like vampires from a cross.
Maybe I will get a McCain/Palin yard sign for my front lawn.
If that doesn’t work, my neighbor’s pit bulls will get them.
My bullmastiff hates: the doorbell; unexpected visitors/solicitors; and, the color red and variations thereof.
Time for the immortal order to “Repel Boarders!” to be given.